A change in location has certainly meant quite a change in the sights and sounds that surround me.
I no longer
live my day to the background hum of traffic punctuated by sporadic squeals of
emergency sirens. The view from my window is no longer of a similar house
opposite, with the residents’ actions mirroring my own – that old suburban
routine.
My new
lifestyle largely runs to the soundtrack of nature, with the occasional hum of
boats drifting by. OK, some of their engines can be a tad noisy, but as we live
on a tidal stretch of river, the times when these pass are restricted. I’m much
more likely to hear birdsong (though screeching gulls can be less restful) and
animal calls than the hustle and bustle of human life. Sometimes it’s almost
silent.
This said,
I did find the nights a bit unsettling at first. Not only did the building
creak and groan in ways that I wouldn’t have imagined, keeping me alert to
every noise, but I was hard-pressed to identify the sounds piercing the
darkness outside.
Even I, as
a lifelong townie, could recognise the bark of a fox, but other strange
chattering and squealing sounds had me flummoxed. The strangest I’ve heard, I
could only describe as a duck being throttled – actually in view of my former
comments, let’s just not go there.
The first
day that I spent alone in our makeshift home, there was the most awful
commotion on the roof. I was rather startled and at a total loss as to what on
earth could be happening. Answer – a sparrowhawk had landed and caught a
pigeon. I’ll spare you the
details, but I thought to myself, “Welcome to country life!”
To add to
the atmosphere, we have experienced frequent episodes of river mist since we
arrived, some so dense that the river itself seems to disappear completely. The
whole effect can be quite surreal.
So all
things considered, I don’t think I chose the best time to read ‘River of
Destiny’ by Barbara Erskine, a story of a couple who move to a converted
property by the river. When the mists roll in so does a ghostly ship and
strange things start happening all around them. Oh well, at least my new circumstances meant it left less to the imagination!
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